Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kosovo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Darondo. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.